Word: chorused
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Gail Feinberg sang everything with a pubescent, lower-class tone that was instant comic relief. Tenor Larry Bakst, looking more embarrassed than most in his sparse neo-Athenian garb, nonetheless gave out a pure, well-modulated Russell Oberlin-like sound that was the surprise joy of the evening. The chorus acquitted itself energetically, though its acting and stage deportment matched the sophistication of dollar-a-day extras in Italian gladiator flicks...
When the Harvard Glee Club puts together a concert, it builds on a rock-solid foundation--tradition. Since the turn of the century when it was billed as America's leading male chorus, its footing has slipped a little, but it has become a symbol of undergraduate spirit as well as the standard bearer of varsity choral singing. Last Friday evening's concert glowed all over with a warm sense of nostalgia and not infrequently caught fire with the best that 100 years of singing has to offer...
...hand posturing indeed. By and By, though, as the plot reduces the storage population and the runways are pressed into use for entrances and exits, the actors manage mobility. Only a few scampers and splits later, unfortunately, the tide rolls back in, and at play's end the chorus is left stranded, so many bunches of pastel seaweed with like possibilities of self-propulsion...
...characters, with the exception of Gilbert's rather savage self-portrait, King Gama, are splendidly familiar. The marshal chorus, sometimes seen as a patrol of bobbies, sometimes as a well-buckled line of officers consists of the three sons of King Gama, Neil Fairbairn, William Baker and Ted Rau: wonderful as a trio of bass clarinets. The expected Friends of the Suitor are played with tolerable alacrity by John B. McKean and David Evitts. As for the suitor himself, Hilarion, his name is, nothing more need be said than that Danius Turek is filling an accustomed role with acustomed accomplishment...
...Martin Luther King's murder exceeded anything in the American experience. By week's end, 168 towns and cities had echoed to the crash of brick through window glass, the crackle of the incendiary's witch's torch, the scream of sirens and the anvil chorus of looters. Yet one sound was remarkable in its very diminuendo. The fierce fusillades of gunfire that exacerbated the disorders of years past were heard only rarely last week. And considering the specter of anarchy looming over every U.S. city, the nation weathered its April agony with remarkable aplomb...